In the shadows of a mountain
Where the light is ever dim
And the snows are ever blowing
Stalks a visage great and grim.
Through the bone-benumbing wilderness
He travels on alone
The Abominable Snowman is
The name by which he’s known.
He wanders through the vastness
Of the cold and lonely slopes
And he watches as he wanders
And he hungers, and he hopes.
And he searches for his quarry
Luckless mortal, small and frail.
In that unrelenting whiteness
Where the winds of winter wail.
Those who stray into the compass
Of that unforgiving place
Vanish from this earth forever
Evermore without a trace.
There are none to see them suffer,
There are none to hear them moan,
As he tears them into pieces
And devours them to the bone.
The Abominable Snowman,
That few eyes have ever seen,
Trudges homeward through the mountains
Where that home has ever been.
Homeward to his hidden stronghold
That a mortal may not know,
The Abominable Snowman
Disappears within the snow.
— Michael Berry White Where the light is ever dim
And the snows are ever blowing
Stalks a visage great and grim.
Through the bone-benumbing wilderness
He travels on alone
The Abominable Snowman is
The name by which he’s known.
He wanders through the vastness
Of the cold and lonely slopes
And he watches as he wanders
And he hungers, and he hopes.
And he searches for his quarry
Luckless mortal, small and frail.
In that unrelenting whiteness
Where the winds of winter wail.
Those who stray into the compass
Of that unforgiving place
Vanish from this earth forever
Evermore without a trace.
There are none to see them suffer,
There are none to hear them moan,
As he tears them into pieces
And devours them to the bone.
The Abominable Snowman,
That few eyes have ever seen,
Trudges homeward through the mountains
Where that home has ever been.
Homeward to his hidden stronghold
That a mortal may not know,
The Abominable Snowman
Disappears within the snow.
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| The Abominable Snowman |
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| Devourer balancing living with possibility of death by theft of being. |
Call of the Kindred
Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain...
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn't you realise I could be lying?
Solinquair, 1996
Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain...
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn't you realise I could be lying?
Solinquair, 1996
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